I Hit the Enter Key in Frustration, Then Pause to Contemplate the Results

I like the sound of almonds
between my teeth,
the sound of swallowing late at night.
It worked again:
Whenever I don’t like a sentence
I’ve written, I just hit enter throughout
And turn it into a poem.
That’s what’s just happened
To that first sentence,
Though looking at it now, you’d never know.
And here it’s set the precedent
For the rest, the poor thing.
Poor piece this is. Poor life.
Why do columns of words give us pause
While paragraphs feel simple?
Do three blocks in a stack
Excite a child
More than three blocks in a row?